Forced to be a Mafia Wife (On Hold)

Chapter 2

Noah's POV

I grunted for the 100th time as I tried to pick the lock, it clicked and my heart dropped. I turned the knob and I stepped out of the room, the hallway was clear. I walked fast but quietly down the hallway to the stairs, I walked down and I saw the living room empty.

I went to the front door and it was locked, how the hell do they have this? I pounded on the door.

"Help!" I screamed. "Please help me!"

"This is interesting," I heard someone and I spun around to Braxton. "I see you found what I left." Then my face dropped. "You didn't honestly believe I'd be that careless, did you?"

"I was hoping," I said low and he shook his head slowly.

"You know, I remember as a kid when you done wrong you got punished," he said. "Is that what I have to do with you, Grey?"

"My name is Noah, Noah Love," I said.

"I'll call you what I want," he snapped and I flinched at his rise of voice. "You can go back to your room and you can wait till lunch to eat."

"No, no, no," I pleaded. "Just let me stay out longer, please." He just laughed at my desperation.

"Look Grey, you're unfamiliar with the Mafia and I'll excuse you because of your idiot of father," he said. "But we're raised to be strong and well just heartless, so please continue begging because it amuses me." I just stared at him and then made a break for the kitchen. "Do not make me chase you, Grey!" I looked around for somewhere to hide and he walked in, I ran around the island and looked at him.

"Leave me alone," I said my voice shaky.

"I haven't had my morning run, so this is fun for me," he said and I ran, but he was quicker as he grabbed my waist and I kicked my feet.

"No!" I screamed. "Let me go!" He picked me up and put me over his shoulder, I pounded on his back but he didn't even flinch. He walked up the stairs despite my pleads to let me go. He walked in the room and tossed me on the bed.

I went to go towards the door, but he was already out and locking it.

*

I was staring out the window when I heard voices downstairs, both guys. I could tell one was Braxton, but I didn't recognize the other.

My door knob suddenly jiggled and it opened showing Braxton. Then another boy walked in with bags and sat them on the bed.

"That's some clothes," the boy said. "And some girl stuff." I looked back out the window.

"You can say thank you," Braxton said but I stayed focused out the window.

"She's ok," the boy said.

"Thank you," I said low and looked at them. "When am I gonna get the stuff I packed?"

"I don't have it here, Chico didn't bring it," Braxton said.

"I thought his name was Kal," I said.

"Whatever," he said rolling his eyes and I climbed out of the window.

"Let me cook dinner," I said.

"Fine, I have to go take care of some business anyway," he said. "I hope I come home to a nice surprise." With that, they both walked out.

*

I set down the two plates and set the silverware on a napkin, I got two wine glasses and set them down. I only made spaghetti, I didn't know what rich people eat.